semi-concealed, the blinds
let in just enough light to cast
half your face in streetlamp orange
sodium-powered, artificial
stripes}of{shadow
laying across the bridge of your nose
we whisper while the neighbors count their sheep
we tangle all our limbs up while we sleep
Sometimes I write some things. I don't know if they're any good or not.
8.26.2008
gush
i am the bold one
making sweeping declarations
movie one-liners drenched in
whatever that is that calls your guts to arms
you make me feel molten.
i could write pages about your arms
ending in hands
ending in fingertips
but it's been said before,
and we appreciate cheese--
here's my fondue.
(youmakememelt)
making sweeping declarations
movie one-liners drenched in
whatever that is that calls your guts to arms
you make me feel molten.
i could write pages about your arms
ending in hands
ending in fingertips
but it's been said before,
and we appreciate cheese--
here's my fondue.
(youmakememelt)
8.21.2008
a quick fuck
you came home on your lunch break
just long enough
you never even took off your hat but
you were naked when I
put the idea in your head that
you couldn't love me
just long enough
you never even took off your hat but
you were naked when I
put the idea in your head that
you couldn't love me
we will run away
Mothers sisters bestfriends roommates
none of them will know until we're
far enough away that they can't
do a thing about it except
wonder if they're good enough to
come
back
for.
none of them will know until we're
far enough away that they can't
do a thing about it except
wonder if they're good enough to
come
back
for.
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